Becomes One Hundred Stories #6: Smiles Big Smiles

Smiles Big Smiles

The boy almost smiled. The boy rarely smiled, but when his did smile, it was usually an almost smile.

The boy saw the girl’s friend and he almost smiled. The boy could not help himself because the girl’s friend smiled a big smile at him.

The boy did not know why the girl’s friend smiled a big smile at him. That was why he only almost smiled. He was confused.

The girl’s friend had never smiled at him before. Never smiled a smile, and never smiled a big smile. So when the girl’s friend smiled a big smile, the boy was confused, and he only almost smiled.

The girl’s friend had returned to the school, and the boy had not left the school. The boy had remained to finish his schoolwork that the teacher sent the children to work on at home. The boy found it better to do his work for home while he was still at school. And while he worked on his work for home at school, the girl’s friend returned to the school and smiled a big smile at him.

The boy tried to ignore the girl’s friend. He continued his work, but he could feel the girl’s friend smiling a big smile at him even when he did not look at her.

So the boy asked the girl’s friend why she smiled at him. Why she smiled the big smile at him.
The girl’s friend said she had a secret. The girl’s friend stood at the entrance to the room but she did not enter. She said she had a secret.

The boy sat on the other side of the room and listened to the girl’s friend tell him she had a secret.
The boy looked at the front of the room. He looked at the place where the teacher sat. The place where the teacher sat when the teacher was in the room, but where the teacher did not sit because the teacher was not in the room at that moment. That moment when the boy looked away from the girl’s friend who had told him she had a secret. Had told him with a big smile that she had a big secret.

The boy asked the girl’s friend why she had told him she had a secret.

The girl’s friend said it was about her friend the girl and wasn’t the boy interested in hearing her secret.

The boy said he was not interested, and he tried to ignore the girl’s friend, and he tried to continue his work.

The girl’s friend said everyone likes to hear a secret.

The boy said he wasn’t everyone. He said if she told him her secret, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.

The girl’s friend said she had already told the secret to the girl’s brother and the other boy, so it wouldn’t hurt if she told the boy too.

The boy wrote something on a piece of paper. The boy wrote something on a piece of paper, but he did not give it to the girl’s friend as she had expected. The boy had written some part of his school work, not a note for the girl’s friend. The girl’s friend liked to pass notes, and it looked to her as though the boy was writing a note after she told him she would tell him the secret. But the boy took too long if he was just writing a note.

The girl’s friend still stood at the entrance to the room and asked the boy what he was writing.

The boy said he was writing his lesson. He said he was doing his school work. His school work for home.

The girl’s friend asked the boy why he was working on his school work for home when he was still at school. She said she never did her school work for home while she was at school. She laughed and said she seldom did her school work for home at home either. The girl’s friend smiled when she laughed and she smiled a big smile.

The boy asked if that was her secret.

The girl’s friend entered the room. She entered the room and said it was not a secret. She said everyone knew she seldom did her school work for home.

The boy said he was not everyone.

The girl’s friend said the boy knew it now, though, so that made him part of everyone who knew that she seldom did her school work for home.

The boy said he did not know. He said the girl’s friend had just told him, but she could just be telling him that to make herself sound interesting. The boy said he knew a few boys who always bragged about never doing their school work at home, but they always had good grades, and they always did their work even though they said they didn’t.

The girl’s friend sat in the seat in front of the boy. She pouted her lower lip at him. She told him he wasn’t much fun was he.

The boy said it wasn’t the first time someone told him that.

The girl’s friend said well, and then she flipped her hair, and then she said she could see no reason why the girl liked the boy. No reason at all. And the girl’s friend looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, and she waited for the boy’s reaction.

The boy did not react. The boy did not react to the girl’s friend except to look down and continue his school work for home.

The girl’s friend slapped her hand on his paper. She slapped her hand on the boy’s paper and said that was the secret.

The boy said that was no secret. He said everyone knew the girl liked the boy—for that week anyway—and even the boy knew it even though he was seldom part of everyone.

The girl’s friend asked the boy where he heard it. She asked him who told him the secret.

The boy said he could see it in the way the girl smiled at him, and he said the girl’s other friend had said something about it earlier in the day.

The girl’s friend said what did she say. The girl’s friend faked a look of panic and said what did she say.

The boy said he forgot. He said he forgot the exact words, but it was pretty close to what the girl’s friend had just told him.

The girl’s friend said she had wanted to be the one to tell the boy the secret.

The boy continued writing on his paper.

The girl’s friend stared at the front of the room. She stared at the place where the teacher sat when the teacher was in the room. The teacher was still not in the room.

Then the girl’s friend smiled her big smile again and asked the boy if he had kissed her.

The boy said who.

The girl’s friend said the girl of course, and she said who else could she have meant.

The boy said of course he had not kissed her.

The girl’s friend asked if he would kiss her. Not the girl, but the girl’s friend. She wanted a kiss for herself.

The boy said he thought the girl’s friend was a friend of the girl.

The girl’s friend said if he wasn’t going to kiss her (the girl) then maybe he would kiss her (the girl’s friend).

The boy said okay.

The girl’s friend was surprised that the strange boy who didn’t like anyone had agreed to kiss her.

The boy kissed the girl’s friend.

The girl’s friend blushed afterward. She blushed and said she had another secret. This time she did not wait for him to tell her he didn’t want to know her secret. She just told him. She told him that was her first kiss.

The boy just nodded.

The girl’s friend frowned and said didn’t that make it special.

The boy said it was a nice kiss.

The girl’s friend stood up and said at least she had a secret now that she could tell everyone. She said she could not wait to tell everyone that she had gotten the boy’s first kiss.

This time the boy smiled fully. He smiled and he laughed.

The girl’s friend asked the boy why he laughed at her.

The boy said it had not been his first kiss.

The girl’s friend said that was impossible. She asked who the boy had ever kissed before.

The boy said it was none of her business, but he would tell her the most recent. The most recent kiss had been with the girl’s other friend earlier in the day when she had tried to tell him the secret that even at that time was not a secret.

The girl’s friend left the room.

The boy finished his school work for home, and then he walked to the place where he lived with his mother before the man the boy was to call father appeared. And while he walked, he thought about all three kisses he had had that day, and he wondered how many more friends the girl might have who could not wait to tell him the secret that was not a secret.